The stranger and the sex shop – part 3

The stranger:‘How are you?’

The salesman raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised and irritated.

The salesman:
‘What are you doing here? Why have you come?
You have no intention of buying anything.’ he said irritated.

The stranger: ‘I have come to advise you to buy gold purified by fire from me, so that you may get rich.’

The salesman looked at him cautiously visibly annoyed. The words meant nothing to him and he didn’t say anything. However, the tone of the stranger caught him as it seemed familiar. For a few moments, he remembered a period in his life which had been completely forgotten, that is, grandma and him, hand in hand, in a house where people liked to kneel. But then he met a girl who stole his heart with a flower name. He felt her allure and the urge for his loins to catch fire just by looking at her. After, more than three years they had accomplished many together as they were two restless teenagers. He felt that he would have been able to set fire to the whole village just for her if someone tried to take her from him.

But in one day they got so mad with each other and he began to look for someone else. They argued constantly so she left and stole all his dreams with her. It ended up as a great tragedy.

After a while, another girl came into the picture. He set out with this new love to bury the memories of the girl with the flower name. But, this girl pulled him into her ideal lifestyle which was a world of sex.

But, in one day she left him high and dry. After her, another girl came and went causing him to not understand much about women.

Until, one day, he said to himself: enough! He promised himself that he would never feel pain again and would never become vulnerable. Someone of the same sex made him smile again and helped him to forget about girls. This person he knew quite well, but once again they drifted apart and another guy came along. But gender compatibility didn’t do much good either. It caused him more serious problems in the long run which sometimes he had to solve with his fists. Diversity rules so the occasional woman fits the bill from time to time.

However, he found a foothold in the love of money which gave the impression of false security. That’s the reason why he opened the store.
As he learned from his life, sex is the only meaning of love that he still recognised.

The stranger:
‘How are you, friend?’
The stranger’s voice with its repeated question interrupted his fleeting stream of lost thoughts.

The salesman:
‘Take care of yourself and get out of the store before it’s too late for you. In fact, what’s your business here and with me?’ The salesman couldn’t help himself and cut the word of the stranger off sharply.

The stranger:
‘My main job is to heal the broken heart, to proclaim freedom to the slaves, and to bring the blind to the light. On top of that to announce a year of mercy for all including you.
Besides, it will never be too late for me. I know it’s overdue for you, and I hope it will not be too late for you in one day!.
But, in fact, my friend, I came to tell you about something, which is in lost property for you, since the time when you started to play around in love.’

The salesman raised an eyebrow in surprise but they both kept silent for a while.

The stranger:
‘I know that you like fast cars and intricate engines’ he said after a moment. ‘Therefore, I want to tell you about a mechanism like a car that delights not only the eyes but also fills the soul. This mechanism composes of thousands of pieces, some smaller than others and dozens of belts working more precisely than any Swiss watch ever manufactured. Each cog and gear is original and unique with a value higher than gold. In addition, it incorporates thousands of other mini self-regulation and self-protection small pieces.

It is the project of the Great Designer, who has a truly divine way with science and is powerful. No matter how many of these mechanisms there are, they are all fashioned by one brilliant hand in a peerless composition. It is difficult to confuse the identity of one mechanism because each specimen fashioned has a unique personality and character, possessing, in addition, autonomy, freedom of movement and decision making. Nothing in the composition of this mechanism can be counterfeited. Its value is immeasurable, so each specimen was not given a number, but was granted a name.

The generic name of this mechanism is the ‘human being.’

The whole building process of this mechanism has a deadline which is set at around nine months.
Then, a growth cycle follows which begins to reach staggering levels of performance within a few years. This is because it’s organically connected to something like a computer with complexity so intricate that it’s hard to imagine a system that is equivalent to a billion billion calculations per second. The name of this computer is the human mind what’s inside your head. This mechanism has also an engine, like a wonderful jewel, but stronger than the latest generation models of the Rolls Royce, the car you dreamed of owning when you were a little boy.

The name of this engine is the ‘human heart.’

It’s like an internal combustion engine with a first-hand spark plug. This spark plug gets the ignition by a single glance from the eye’s flashing without effort and explanation. Everything can be understood by a simple glance.
Many people call this “alchemy,” which is a magical formula, but these are the signs of something that move you on to a very dynamic effective process.

The name of it is ‘love’ which is looking for a home into the heart which awakens all feelings, hidden dreams and desires.

Regarding this, I would like to add ‘without love, there is nothing.’ The spark triggers and sprays the alchemy into the whole mechanism. This alchemy is difficult to explain to you now, but at that moment all chemical elements react in your body, which is chemical and psychic supporting the whole effective process, named love.
This natural impulse will accelerate all the processes that have to be dormant until then. The heat emanating is accelerated back and forth by the movements of the spark plug while the engine will increase the octane number of the fuel. This heat is felt from the stomach right up to the spinal cord, like an irresistible thrill of pleasure, which buckles the knees. A fuel cell that fits inside a human vein generates power from blood flow. If you want to understand this fuel with its octane number, you can see this process of alchemy as the groundwater of the soul, with a branch into feelings and affection encompassing the whole mechanism. This vein of depth will bring to fruition unsuspected moods, sensitive words full of affection, acts and attitudes full of courtesy, dedication, sacrifice, and so on. But all these convoluted processes are linked with an axle that supports the whole mechanism. This axle can be easily identified as human character.

Do you know what human character means? he’s asked him.
The salesman looked at him but kept silent. He was processing and trying to understand what the stranger was trying to say to him.

The Stranger continued:
‘The value of this affective process is not primarily in what you feel but is granted by character. When they are linked, these two powers, the character and the affection support the desire and the thought of being there like with the woman you love forever.
Then, it seems justified to defend your ‘treasure’, even if for her you would set fire to the whole of your village.’

The salesman listens intently, surprised by the subject and suspected that the stranger was talking to him as if knowing something from his distant past.

The stranger:
‘Isn’t that right Dylan?’
Some men have started wars for the love of a beautiful woman. The salesman widened his eyes, surprised that the stranger knew his name. But before opening his mouth, the stranger asked him another question:

The stranger:
‘The Great Designer required this mechanism, the human body, not only to function efficiently with chemical elements but also with special subdivisions difficult to explain. The mechanism like other complex workings has an instruction Book. For better functionality and performance these instructions specify the conditions, principles, rules and precise operation of the model.

That’s why it’s called the Book of Books!
The whole mechanism must be used only in the initial parameters prescribed in that Book and must fulfil all the requirements related to both mechanical attrition, and especially moral attrition. This is because it goes through unforeseen situations and various human, social, and economic conditions, so it may not fail or even die within days. The most important condition for the best use is to keep your mind and heart in alignment recommend by the owner’s instructions as good, right, truthful and lovely.
The character will help you to never ignore these recommendations by carrying out regular maintenance and defensive thinking, of the internal combustion and the affective process with its influx of feelings, which I just explained to you.
If you do not follow the instructions of the Book, then the mainframe can become compromised which is known as “flogging a dead horse.”
This can set in motion new phases of “falling in love” where the relation of men and woman can dilute itself to unnatural mixes, creating the wrong combustion which can lead to malfunction, depression, nervous breakdown, a cold heart and everything that goes with it in life.
This is all known to you.

But when the instruction Book is used correctly, then the love knows no dilution. It goes from one phase to another, and any problem passes by and makes it stronger. The love will not be seen as a value-added to life or supplemented where its roots can be found in the pocket, but it will be the essence of life.
So, friend, you should not play around with this engine which is your heart.

In fact, you shouldn’t meddle with any of the mechanisms without paying the consequences. You cannot and must not change the dimensions, functionality and purpose of each of its unique components. That’s if you want to benefit from the full potential of this mechanism provided in the initial project. Half measures, improper use or shortcuts of the path, reduce the potential and the life of the engine and are seen by the Great Designer as condemnation mixtures, with a smell of moral attrition.

The salesman folded his arms and looked sharply at the stranger, trying to intimidate him. But the stranger carried on:

The stranger:
‘When the formula of love is not respected, this fuel reacts negatively. This happens when it’s diluted with the water from the communal network of selfishness, or mixed with various artificial compounds of the modern secular culture. A foreign fuel will cause misfires, and stalling, causing the appearance of specific signs, starting with boredom, routine, and carelessness which eventually you will not feel anything special for loved ones. A few misfires later the engine fails.
I emphasise this pure water excludes the variety or the replacement of it with polluted water from the common network.
The Designer doesn’t even agree to look at another possible assimilation with the water which comes from the earth. This is perceived by Him as an intruder in the oil of trust, leading to a cooling of your heart and your relation. With you, I’ve got to the main problem which is linked directly by the supplying of the mechanism with this dirty water.

But, when the formula of fuel is respected, and you properly maintain it, keeping within the rules, then love becomes the greater power than death, because its octane number grants power and bestows life to the engine and to all the manifold parts. The life of your engine hangs on a word called the “Word of Life” which you can find in the instruction Book.’

The stranger caught the salesman raising his eyebrows moving his body agitated from one foot to the other.

But the stranger went on to speak to him as if he hadn’t noticed what the salesman was doing.

The stranger:
‘I mentioned about ‘flogging a dead horse.’ I was referring to your relationship which has become obsolete or toxic over time.
This obsolete relationship develops from the character and compounds which are easily identified by man as the oil of trust, sincerity, devotion, truth, exclusivity etc.
All these lubricants make everything to be easy, good and pleasurable.
All those directives from My book you can perceive as living water. Yes, you can speak about it in the terms of living water, because it supports the whole mechanism like nothing else. The engine can idle, stall and break down without it, causing misfires and the shutting down of the entire system. It contains all the necessary tips on how to find all the lubricants in vastly different situations. So it can also cool the engine during hot periods. It has antifreeze embedded for the dilemmas of winter in the bitter times of your life.

The water can seem like rainwater for many or holy water for others, however, its spring flows in heaven. But the formula of living water is simple and can be easily located between the rows of the Book of Books. Kingdom fuel is highly optimised for peak performance by the Manufacturer.
The great Designer pays exclusive attention to it and keeps its holy formula ticking correctly over time.
Basically, this pure water is the basis of the whole life of the mechanism and has a big influence on how you perceive things and people. In short, all the components of the mechanism and the fuel are necessary and sufficient. Any adding or subtraction can be perceived by the Great Designer as an offence, or an attack on the integrity of the mechanism and also of the initial formula of the fuel. This can affect directly performance linked with unhappiness.’

Do you know what unhappiness means? the stranger asked him.

‘But, if you desire, you can find out more in the instructions of the Book of Books’ he said.

The salesman fixed a vacant look at him and didn’t say anything once more.

The stranger carried on. ‘This book also reports about a filter of principles. These regulations prohibit impurities, the mud, and the potholes of the way of life, and neither the gaze to be attracted by a deceptive reality. Without these principles, your direction could be changed taking you off-road and away from safety.
In addition, the mechanism has incorporated a GPS system with autopilot, which is directly connected to the communication network of your relational universe, which you can find only in your home next to your spouse waiting for you. Superior GPS will assist you so as not to lose your way on foreign roads pointing the way Home. This GPS can be identified as the Great Designer’s Holy Spirit. It is like a light on the path to His house.

I am convinced that you have noticed the complexity of this mechanism, even if I told you only briefly.’

The stranger stopped.

The seller’s patience was stretched too much, but he wanted to talk to him. Who knows when we will meet again?

The salesman took the opportunity seeing that the stranger had stopped to give an opinion:

The salesman:
‘Leave me alone with your allegory he told him. The only thing I want now is to close my store and go home.’

The stranger:
‘That’s what I desire my friend! Leave everything and come Home. I want this more than ever. Your return would bring me great joy. Do it while you can still say “today”. It will be a great joy and celebration in heaven. It’s jubilation in heaven when someone like you returns to his natural home.

But, first of all, receive the “Book of Books” from which I just told you briefly about. Look to it as a source of living water that will feed your soul, but also relate to it as a “map.’ The stranger placed a beautifully bound book on the counter that separated them and blessed it.
The salesman missed the scar on his hand, but he picked up the Book like any other and prepared to leave.
But immediately he thought of how to cover the book from prying eyes.

The stranger started to leave but turned and said:

The stranger:
‘According to My Law, this type of practice and establishment is a sin. It’s a pity to lose your life with these toys and games as you call them. Playing with your mechanism, you also cavort with what is most important your soul, heart, and your precious life. This can be one of the most dangerous games. You can lose your happiness but also even the way back Home for eternity.

Today, if you have heard my words then come back. By my law, I decree the truth! I say to you, as I said to everyone: ‘come, all of you who are weary and burdened, and you will receive rest for your troubled souls. There is a time approaching fast when you will no longer see any light inside you, and you will never find your way back home.’

The stranger headed for the door, before crossing the threshold, He turned once more to the salesman who was watching him intently:

The stranger:
‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock, If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and dine with him and he with me with bread and wine. Let him only bring his heart which is more precious than jewels for me, more cherished than my life on this earth.

There was a deep, seemingly painful silence.

The stranger was voiceless, the salesman was also reserved.

The stranger waited for a little, then walked gracefully out of the store.

He left the salesman and went his own way, the narrow way home. He left behind the mixed-colour spots that stimulate a surrogate life. A dubious mixture of light and darkness, which seemed to carry the shadow of fleeting relationships that limped on both feet.

They moved away from each other like two strangers.

The stranger did not say ‘goodbye!’ and nor did the salesman.

However, the stranger left him with the hope that one day the light would envelop this street as well.

That’s it, on earth, the hope dies last.

In heaven, however, love remains steadfast forever.

When the salesman was left alone he covered the Book with the pages of his lurid shiny magazine.
He was silent, satisfied that the stranger had finished His speech and finally had left him alone. He even congratulated himself for how gentlemanly he had been with him. He had not lost his temper with him once, this person who seemed to have fallen straight from the sky. Curiosity got the better of him later, and he discreetly opened the magazine revealing the Book his conscience had been nagging him to open. That’s because he remembered that he saw a book like this one at his grandmother house. He opened it at random and read:

‘For my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed themself cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.’ he read this on the run and also closed it quickly too. He wanted to cover it up again with his magazine, but something seemed to hold him back. He remembered how piously his grandmother behaved with this Book.

So, when he got home he put the book in the drawer with his important papers, whilst remembering the line from his favourite movie ‘Gone with the wind.’ A movie from his adolescence: